WARNING!!! The following posting is intended solely to tweak your purient interest. If you are 18 years of age or under or otherwise do not wish to have your purient interest tweaked then please; 1. Stop scrolling immediately! Go visit some other newsgroup. 2. Check your pulse, you may be dead. GETTING BRIAN chapter one I was in a rock and roll gagrage band all through out high school. The guys in the band were all a few years older than me and one guy in particular was great potential conquest material. Brian was not too bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that arranging a situation were I could fuck him without any of our other friends finding out was next to impossible. Not that I didn't try on a regular basis. And Brian was a horny boy who, although he mainly liked girls, was nevertheless intriqued enough by the exotic alternative I offered. My various attempts at facilitating a suitable and discreet rendezvous were never out and out rebuffed. But fate would frustrate my every attempt. I would go over to his house on a hot summer night after band practice and convince him to set up his tent in the back yard so we could "camp out" and he would eagerly set up the tent and we'd crawl inside and strip to our underpants and one night I remember in particular we were just starting to get a little frisky ,not anything yet overtly sexual but sort of roughhousing it in the way that inevitably leads to more. And of course, wouldn't you know it but his younger brother heard the commotion and came out to join in the fun. His presence precluded my persuing my seduction to it's delicious fruition and later on that night when they had both finally gone off to dreamland in their sleeping bags, I slowly and quietly gave my self the release I by then so badly needed. Another time we drove off to the beach together with a load of friends. All of us ended up drinking way too much blackberry brandy and Ripple (dont ask) and Brian and I straggled off shit-faced through the dunes He fell face first into the sand in a stupor and mumbled something about how horny he was. Then he started to moan. An opening! I fell down next to him and started to slide my hand down over his unbelievably succulent ass. He moaned again a little deeper. Before I could pull his swim trunks down over those delectable hills of madness-inducing flesh, I heard the approaching voices of the others in our inebriated party coming over the dunes towards us. Brian quickly rose up to his feet (Oh sure he was real drunk, huh?) and ran off in their direction. I suppose to pre-empt anyone finding us in the first stages of flagrante delecto. I had to remain in a feigned state of coma since if I had stood up straight away, my screaming erection would no doubt reveal to everyone the real reason why I had dragged Brian off away from the rest of the gang for the relative seclusion of the dunes. Once again, foiled! Later on that summer we played a gig at another beach resort . Late one night after the show I stumbled into the small room Brian and I shared, hoping to find him at long last alone and willing but instead he was busy fucking some gal he had picked up at the bar earlier. I knew they had heard me enter but they pretended that they hadn't and kept on pumping away as if I wasn't there. I stood and watched the sheets rise and fall, Brian's ass making a double impression in the blanket on the upstroke and his toes ,which were poking out from under the sheets would curl on the downstroke as he slid into her and he'd make a soft grunting noise. I remained in the door way transfixed by the sight of him in such obvious pleasure, despairing of ever finally getting that cherry myself. I was about to quietly make my exit and play along that I never really saw them in the act when a curious thing happened. The girl, and I'm sure she too knew I was in the room, slowly lifted the sheets and blanket up over Brian' legs and thighs and finally those ass cheeks I dreamt of devouring so many nights, jerking my self off to a sweaty climax each time. I was numb with desire and shock. She was obviously doing this for my benefit, displaying for my delectation the sweet treasure of his cock, balls and ass as they worked in tandem to pleasure her hot little cunt. And Brian played along in her cruel display by opening his legs just enough to show me the sight of those round tight nuts and surprisingly well-proportioned cock as it plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew into her pleasured hole. I slowly approached the bed, my plan to get out of my pants, wet myself with spit and move in between Brian' legs and press my cockhead against his cherry hole and while he pounded away at her sopping cunt, plug his nasty funkhole good and proper for once and for all . But as I moved closer the bitch lowered the sheets back over my prize, my grail!! , Brian's sweet virgin ass and its tuft of brown fur that thickened at the crack. She covered up from my eyes the one piece of human real estate I would have gladly signed a lifetime mortgage to take title to; those duel handfuls of unblemished ass. I remember pushing my tongue out between my lips as she teasingly lowered the blanket. Oh to run my expert tongue into that hairy groove deeper and deeper, up and down the length of his fulsome crevasse till I found that motherlode of musty funk signaling me I had at last reached my goal, that tiny ass sphincter puckered and tightly wound like a new pink rosebud. I could gently pull apart the hairy portals of his ass cheeks and drill his tight donut with my tongue, coaxing it to loosen for me, pushing the length of it as far as I could ,listening to his moans of pleasure as he discovered the joys of butthole depravity. But before I could act she brought the curtain down completely so to speak. Brian started to move harder and faster in and out of her and soon cried out in muffled gasps as he came all at once. I backed up quickly and fled noiselessly from the room still imagining the taste of his funk on my tongue. I stumbled senseless out into the night air and walked across the street to the beach. I found a secluded place in the dunes and undid my pants and sat back in the sand to work my cock. With the vision of Brian' loins and ass pumping that unworthy twat still fresh in my mind I pumped my prick in no time to a satisfying hot release, my spunk arcing up through the cool night breeze and into the sand. As I came, I imagined the sight of those balls swinging from behind and the length of his cock as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of the folds of her pussy. I kept jerking my cock until every last drop was spent and shot. There was alot of jism to let fly but soon the intense pleasure of cumming ebbed away and I was left with my poor tool red and sore from the furious pounding it had just been subjected to. I stood , zipped up my jeans and headed back to the cottage and our shared room, my prick still semi-hard. By the time I entered, they were both fast asleep. I undressed and crawled into my bed, somewhat sated by my wank session in the sand but still unfulfilled. The next morning everyone pretended that the incident never happened. I was delirious with a mix of rage and desire. It took many weeks to gather my composure and start my crusade anew. How I finally got his nut is somewhat anticlimactic discounting how many times we had come close to actually enjoying a union of sorts. It happened in a van on the way back from a gig in Portland ME. very late I'd say about 3:00. But really the exact time doesn't matter in the telling because it took the whole length of the ride home, nearly 5 hours, for me to finally accomplish my mission. The band owned an old van that could just barely accommodate the equipment and three people. The front passenger seat was missing and so it was easier and more comfortable for two to ride in the back on a foam cushion. I some how managed to arrange for myself and Bri-boy to ride in the back while an old friend of the band did the driving. His name was Tommy and, being an insomniac, he was more than happy to do all the driving. We often invited him along for the night to help out. I made sure that I took charge of arranging the equipment in the van while we were loading out after the gig so that I could create a little private area in the back. I think Brian sort of knew what I was up to since he helped me in the arranging. Soon we finished packing and the three other band members got into the guitarists car and headed out to the turnpike. Tommy got into the front seat as Brian and I arranged ourselves for the ride home on the foam mattress and a "long sleep". At first it seemed that Brian did drop right off into a sound sleep and I started to have my doubts as to whether he was really game or if it was just my horny imagination running away with me. Remember, nothing overt had actually taken place between us and the few incidents that had occurred could easily be explained as something else. That's one of the sweet frustrations of being queer. You can never be certain about anothers intentions until the actual act commences and even then things often go wrong. But I was 18, all horned up, and immortal so the fear of being rebuffed or worse was not equal to the strength of my teenage desire and I decided that hell or high water, tonight he was mine for the having. more to come.... WARNING! HORNRAISING! DEAD AHEAD! The following prose is purple. VERY purple. If you are 18 years of age or under or if you are unspeakably offended by this particular shade of prose, then I suggest you; 1. STOP SCROLLING IMMEDIATELY! TURN BACK BEFORE IT"S TOO LATE! 2. Have yourself medically blinded. C. Call the mortician. I now pronounce you most officially, very certainly,very very very very very dead. GETTING BRIAN chapter 2 [I warned you to turn back, you little scalliwag! Now it is too late. Prepare to have your LIFE RUINED FOREVER! by the ensuing scenes of SHOCKING SEX ACTS BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS!! OH NO!] As we set out on the turnpike things moved slowly but steadily in the right direction. The mattress was not large and we were boxed in by big black amplifiers. Brian had his back to me with a blanket hitched loosely up to his thighs . His ass was spooned against my groin as I was laying on my side, so we were positioned to my advantage. I knew I had to first get him hot. It took me the first 50 miles of the turnpike to work up the nerve. I began by slowly moving my hand down his side and on to the buckle of his jeans. For that first hour he didn't move and I sensed he knew what was happening or what was about to happen but he pretended to be fast asleep even to faking a light snore(clever boy). Next I inched my fingers down to the area where his cock should have been under his Levi's. At first it was difficult to tell if my hand had found its mark. I slowly moved the tip of my right index finger in tight circles, trying to discern the shape and mass of his cock all the while taking great pains to pretend I, too, was fast asleep. After about 15 minutes of this nonsense I suddenly realized I was way off target! Brian had in the meantime sprouted a stiff, pressed erection inside his tight pants but it was twisted down and pushed between his legs. I had been fondling his pubic bone! The sensation of my rubbing and kneading his ghost prick did give Brian a raging hard-on but the pressure of his straining, stiffening cock imprisoned in his tight jeans and facing the wrong way to receive pleasure was probably starting to get painful. He twisted his hips almost imperceptibly to rearrange his cock for my eager hand. Twist, another twist...and then it slipped its nest and I could feel its weight pop out from the crunched prison of his twisted briefs between his legs and up against my busy palm. Bulls eye! I commenced massaging his levi-encased organ with my palm and fingers, although the engorged reward I sought was still straining beneath the taut denim of his jeans. So close and yet ..... Having finally found my treasure I began to slowly palpate the underside of his stiff rod with my fingers, gradually working his erection so that it pointed upwards towards his naval, allowing me to work on the sensitive ridge of its underside, which I could just discern with the tips of my fingers. It felt like a red hot wire through the coarse texture of his exquisitely frustrating denim pouch. He straightened his legs a bit to take better advantage of the slow, firm strokes of my expert fingertips. I could have gone on stroking his cock in this manner forever and it seemed to go on just that long. And through it all the poor frightened virgin feigned a deep sleep. I wasn't fooled but he probably needed the cover of fake slumber to let himself go on with my seduction. It was a case of "Boy, was I drunk last night! I don't remember a thing!" After an hour or so of stroking his still hidden cock, it became apparent that even in a deep sleep, he wanted more. But what? In a crowded van? I reached down with my other hand and raised the blanket that was draping our lower torsos up over our chests. Suddenly Brian coughed a bit as though he was awakening and he shifted his weight slightly to my advantage. My hand froze in position until it was apparent he had again feigned dosing back off into a phony sleep. Only then did I resume my task. Having slowly and successfully covered us up with the blanket, I moved my other hand back down to his crotch and slowly tugged at his zipper taking a good 5 minutes to open his fly and slip my hand in. He was starting to get into it. It was an effort for him to not let go and start grinding his pelvis in an admittance of the seduction now so plainly in progress but he somehow managed to maintain his stillness by tensing his leg muscles. Keeping up this ridiculous charade of sleep must have been really tiring him out but his cock was still stone hard and his quickening pulse and breathing showed me that he wanted the job finished. I got bolder. I used my other hand to release my by-now-engorged wand from my damp trousers.( I had started pre-cumming in buckets!) I deftly pulled out my larger-than-usual fuck-piece and cradled its full glorious length up against the place where his ass cleft would have been presenting itself for penetration if it weren't still packed inside those damnable pants. With as great a sense of purpose as I have felt before or since I began to slowly gyrate my hips, grinding my cock up against his tensing ass. This touched a nerve. He began to grind his ass against my poor old prick. I reached in through his fly and into the pleat of his underpants to get my fist finally around his thick throbbing pig iron. My other hand, while stroking the space over his asscleft, found a tiny rip in the middle seam of his old, worn-out jeans. Bingo!. Just imagine my joy. My brow was hot with excitement. Using my fingers I easily worked the rip open to a proper sized slit with one hand as I gently but quickly used my other hand and pulled his hot rigid cock out of his jockey shorts and through his fly, allowing me the full unencumbered use of his tool to stroke and rub." It's mine now", I thought to myself. " and you won't get it back till I'm finished with it!" I held on to his shoot tool with a firm grip and with steady, even strokes built him up to almost spurting his load. I could sense when he got too close. His cock would get even harder and the blood pulsing through it would momentarily seem to stop. Every time I felt him come close to the edge I'd stop and squeeze him hard till the shock of pain to his involuntary nervous system would choke off his impending orgasm. " You've frustrated me in my conquest for years", I thought. "Tonight is payback." stay tuned..... HEY YOU! YEA, I'M TALKING TO YOU! Now that I've got your attention, I can stop shouting and tell you that the following story is solely intended to raise your horn. Strictly purient-interest stuff. Absolutely NO LITERARY VALUE ahead. If you are 18 years or under or if you do not wish to have your horn raised then: 1. STOP SCROLLING AND GO FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK! 2. Have you considered castration? 3. Mother has the answers. Call her now. GETTING BRIAN chapter 3 You don't get release till I say so." I was merciless. My plan was to now hold off his cumming until I could work open the rip in his pants in to a hole big enough to insert my cock. Oh this was good! Brian seemed to guess what I was up to and tensed his butt in protest. Who could blame him? What he had thought was going to be a nice little hand job had turned in to his imminent deflowering. My firm grip on his pole assured him that it was too late for backing out now. I ground my pubic bone harder into his ass, working my prong into the rip and by bunching up and stretching them to one side with my free hand, past his underwear. His ass crack was warm and moist with the sweat of sexual excitement and he seemed resigned now to his fate, even eager to get into it. I ran a finger into the crevice and withdrew it, raising it to my lips to taste his humid funk. The flavor of his nether regions on my tongue floored me into a frenzy I could only just control. Keeping my wits about me, and my nut secure, I continued with my plan. It took some maneuvering and contortions but I managed to get my cock greased with spit, although it didn't take much spit to do the job as I was pre-coming with a vengeance. I remember being astonished at how much head lube was oozing from my cockeye. All that sweet sticky cock drool was to later make easy work of the insertion of my prick into his virgin ass but for now I slipped my dripping meat back in to the gaping rip in his torn jeans and after repositioning those goddamn jockey shorts again, I pushed my cockhead in between his moist cheeks and nestled the wet head of my pole up against his funkhole. The excitement of my efforts so far had brought me maddeningly close to climax and it took self control of great magnitude to hold back the urge to just let spurt my hot jism into the cleft of his round soft ass, but I wanted into that treasure hole, not just on top of it and I did not plan to waste all my labors by shooting my wad now and maybe never again getting the chance to at last feel that tight virgin muscle grip my delirious cock or to ever seed his hot unspoiled straight boy hole with my megaload of spunk. I could feel a massive load building up in my nut's plumbing and no doubt , it was gonna be a veritable geyser when at last I shot it. That much spunk as was filling up my hefty balls, besides giving me the hyper drive orgasm of a life time, would no doubt surprise and delight his now-ravenous, insatiable asstube and give him satisfaction he had not yet imagined before tonight, so I felt it was my buttfucking instructor's duty to hold onto my enormous gusher for a little while longer so as to better quench the thirst of his squirming, unsuspecting ass when I finally allowed him to shoot his cum. Virgin straight boys are worth that special effort and besides wanting to astound him with a flood of cock juice he'd never forget, I also wanted him to discover just what amazing feats of capacity and intense pleasures this new use of his ass could offer him! It took another 30 minutes of slow probing persuasion to get that hole to open up even a pinhole for my prickhead. I'd press the head of it firmly against his cherry and after taking a bit of the tip of it into himself he'd push it out with a muffled grunt as if he had decided maybe it was too much for him to swallow the whole thing all at once into his newly hungry-for-cock shit hole. The sensation must have been strange for him and maybe even a little scary. A cock up the ass? It's impossible!, he must of thought to hisself so I guess he was sure surprised when his tight little outer donut finally surrendered to my insistent prodding and with a definite resigned sigh, he let down his backguard for a nanosecond and relaxed his hole just long enough to let my manhead swiftly slip up and into the first snug inch of his unexplored flesh cavern. I was past the first hurdle! But to my frustration his inner sphictergate was closed even tighter than his sweet outer rim had been. This could take another hour! I wasn't sure if I could hold out. There was a definite danger I'd just spew into the lips of his cherry and never make it all the way up inside. NO!I'll hold on I thought. Anyway, I knew The intrusion of my cocktip hurt him at first and if I could have talked to him I would have reassured him that the initial pain he was feeling would subside and then slowly give way to pleasure unimaginable, but I didn't say a word and instead briefly halted my progress into his uncharted tube, giving his outer sphincter time to readjust and relax for my further entry. And eventually that's just what happened. Those of us who have been well-fucked know that the sharp, stabbing pains of first cock do eventually morph into waves of pleasure unimaginable ,as the prostate is repeatedly banged and prodded by the head of the fuckers quick cock creating electric waves of pure sexual delirium unlike any other sex sensation. <deep breath> However, this laborious attempt to get his damn ass open was the part that seemed to take the longest time. So far all I managed to get in was the round knob of my cock head about an inch into his warm outer hole and if I prodded too heavily, I was certain to shoot my load too soon so my motions were slow and deliberate. I stroked his asscheek with my free hand to help him relax. I inserted the tip of my finger along side my cockhead to coax the goddamn hole open. Nothing seemed to work. Oh well I thought, maybe I'll just let go and inject my spunk into his asscleft. So I started stoking up my plumbing for a spew, resigning myself to the prospect of never getting that damn butt of his to open up completely and swallow my pleasure shaft whole . But then he suddenly backed his ass up into my groin with a jerk of his hips and let the full measure of my stiff cock slide swiftly and effortlessly into his fuckhole! Attaboy Brian! I knew you could take the whole fucking thing!( A moment I will jerk off to till the day I die! as indeed I'm now doing in earnest). Finally, I was home! My poor cock had waited patiently for this moment for so long and now it was rewarded as I sunk the length of it as deep as I could hitting his target nut with a pop that made him cry out in joy/terror. He had second thoughts about the whole endeavor and started to expel my cock with a massive push of his bowels. But it was too late and he knew it! I held on tight to both his asscheeks and pounded my self right back in with a grunt. The rest was quick and truly fantastic! I eagerly pumped my tool into him slowly at first, feeling with my busy jack off hand the quickening throb of his blood as it surged through his steel hard cock. The pleasure unimaginable I had eluded to earlier finally took hold of poor Brian and he went blind with sex frenzy as my stiff shaft pushed its way in and out of the forbidden gate of his brown ring sphincters. True to form just like all straight boys, as the tip of my cock found and massaged his nut on each upstroke, his ass miraculously loosened up another notch to its maximum capacity, hungry for still more and more thrills from my thick probe. I was more than happy to oblige, but still I kept a firm grip on his prick, squeezing whenever it seemed he was close to firing off his hot ooze. He arched his back to give me better entry and I increased the rate and depth of my stroke. "You'll go back to screwing girls and maybe never have another cock in your ass again."' I thought to myself." Let this be a lesson you never forget then! I fucked you hard and long one night, punishing your virgin nut with my mancock till it exploded its juice out through my pisshole and you were crazy for it!" With that I began to synchronize the steady stroking of his cock with the furious pumping I was giving his eager ass. Brian now gave up any pretext of being asleep and with every thrust he'd moan with joy. As I plunged into him I would match the stroke of my prick piston with the pull of my fist wrapped tight around his cock. My expertise did the trick bringing him unfailingly to the brink of a prick pleasing climax. This time as he approached cumming, I let him start to spasm and he fell gratefully over the cliff into an intense, pulsing orgasm. Long streamers of thick milky cum catapulted out of his cockslit and coated my hand with splash upon splash of his spunk. I raised my head up to watch the beautiful sight of his cock exploding his distended ball's thick contents. I looked up at his face and his eyes were turned up in their sockets, so intense was his pleasure, like a sex seizure!! And I, watching as he uncontrollably let loose his torrent of cum, could now no longer successfully hold back my own load of hot juice and I too started to spasm with terrific contractions of my ass muscles. I could feel the first load of cum shoot through my cock and out my pisshole and I could tell it was an enormous amount . Bucking and jerking, we came together, his hot jism filling my hand as I pumped a hot river of ball cream into his hungry sucking hole, his ass slapping hard against my loins as I spurted jet upon hot jet of cum into the reservoir of his ass , my legs wrapped around his, pinning him down in case he pulled away before I was finished filling him to his brim with my steaming syrup. Its rare to get such an alignment of two cock's cum spasms. He'd spurt and let out a "UGH! on each delicious contraction and like clockwork I'd reciprocate his gift and squirt another jet of jizz into the soft, pulsing tunnel of his pink hot ass.. And can you Imagine it? His novice ass drank it all like a real pro! And he held the whole load in!! Not a drop did he let spill out! Good Boy!! After our spasms subsided, I gently withdrew my semi-stiff meat from his still-gripping asshole. He held on to it for a few seconds more, unwilling to give it back to me but he eventually relented and relinquished it, popping my cock out of his well-reamed ass with a squeeze of his ring sphincter muscle. I , having no towel or tissue, quietly licked his cum from my palm and fingers as I slid the index finger of my other hand up into his ass. I could feel the reservoir of my come still filling him and with some gentle coaxing with my digit, Brian' asstube relented and let the still hot goo start to drip out of his ass and into my cupped palm. I couldn't hold the full measure of my enormous load and as he let my spunk spill out of his ruined ass and into my hand, the overflow oozed over my fingers and onto the mattress . I don't think cum ever tasted so good to me as it did that night. A few minutes later, Brian pulled away from me and turning over on his stomach, fell off into a real sleep and, totally exhausted and spent from my glorious victory, I soon joined him in a deep sexdream-laden slumber of my own, my hand resting on the cleft of his clammy ass, my fingers smoothly tracing the valley between his cheeks. An hour later we arrived back home. We came to my house first and Tony stopped the van and woke us with an "All Out!". We woke up and I said good-bye as I awkwardly twisted my self out of the cramped space and out onto the sidewalk in front of my house. Brian said not another word, no, I think he might have said "goodnight" but I could have imagined it. I was lucky that Tommy had not noticed that my fly was still wide open and my clothes were more disheveled than usual. I stood and watched the van pull away. I remember hoping that Brian would not get out of the van at his house without keeping his back side away from Tommy's view, his trousers rent up the middle would cause talk. In few days we'd get together to rehearse and both of us would pretend and act as if the whole incident had never happened which suited me just fine. I got more prick-pleasing pleasure out of my fucking him senseless than any sex to date and the idea that we would never acknowledged that night would only heighten my solo jiz sessions for years to come FIN